I found your black silk slip under my bedcovers
It was shimmering like an Orca whale
Looking for a last beach
Or the blue of my swimsuit
When it gets darker after a cold dip
In a swimming pool with too much chlorine in it
I stopped going to dance classes
After losing the old navigation book
Stolen from my black canvas bag
Unattended on Broadway
On a dry downtown day
And never returned to its proper shelf
The earth grows calluses
Around its liquid heart
They scraped the pictures
Out of the sky
But you can look straight
At the gritty showers of stars
Because you have an extra eyelash
In the inner corner of your eye
Won’t you come with me to New York now
To see the shapeless oceans of colour
Turning into familiar coastlines
In paintings of maps
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023